The Empress Behind the Veil
Chapter 447 Is So Serious That It Hurt Themselves
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“Nona Leng, do you feel unwell?”
“True, Miss Leng, or don't we ask the Prince back to see?”
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Leng Bingxin gulped down her saliva with great difficulty, forcing her tears not to drip, smiling faintly at these few women who were so beautiful.
“I'm fine.”
Seeing Leng Bingxin smile again, the three women were startled at first, then they reviewed the smiles on their lips to adapt to this kind of atmosphere.
The woman in blue who said first: “True, Miss Leng, you are the one who was just brought home to the Palace by the Prince right?”
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Leng Bingxin was indeed not good at talking to others, lately even becoming more reserved, at this moment when looking at the three people who looked like fairies, from the bottom of Leng Bingxin's heart, when looking at their dancing skills and musical instruments, Leng Bingxin slightly liked their free nature and simplicity, so Leng Bingxin became a little more cheerful and started talking to them.
Leng Bingxin shook her head and smiled with loneliness: “No, I've been in Palace long enough.”
Hearing this remark, the charming face of the woman in red shone brightly, she then said excitedly: “Then, Miss, you should have met Ziyue instead?”
“True, how about Ziyue now? Is he living life well?”
Leng Bingxin's eyes darkened, not knowing how to answer.
Is she okay? Placed on the other man's side like a chess piece by the man he loved, perhaps in the eyes of others, becoming the Crown Prince's concubine was a boundless future, but actually there are how many people who understand his suffering.
“He's fine, he's already a Crown Prince person!”
After Leng Bingxin said this, the beautiful women next to her started to exclaim.
“Of course, Ziyue is the prettiest and smartest girl brought here.”
“True, while teaching him, he could instantly understand it, it was only a matter of time before he became a person belonging to the Crown Prince.”
“True, right, Miss Leng, later on you also learned well from us, the Prince brought you here, then sooner or later you will also have a prosperous life like Miss Ziyue.”
“True, Miss Leng, you will also become like her later on, becoming a woman that makes all women in the world feel jealous.”
Those words, even though they were sincere and friendly, but at this moment the sentence was like a crashing wave that made Leng Bingxin feel claustrophobic to the point of being unable to breathe.
In the blink of an eye, two months had passed.
For two months, Leng Bingxin stayed at the Zhilan Pavilion. He rarely went out, ate, drank and dressed his own, all brought in by the maids from outside.
Leng Bingxin rarely played the lute, the thing she learned the most was dancing.
Sometimes when following Miss Lan’er and Hong’er, they can dance all day long, they often praise Leng Bingxin for her beautiful dancing posture, they often say that Leng Bingxin is a genius dancer, the dancers are, his body was very flexible, every difficult movement he made was so smooth and stable.
And again Leng Bingxin was the most diligent girl among all the girls who had come here. As if Bingxin considers dancing as the most important thing in her life, Leng Bingxin does not like to talk, sometimes just using dance to replace everything.
This way of dancing that is so serious as to hurt yourself makes Lan’er, Hong’er, and others feel unbearable. After all no matter how much other girls attempt to learn, no matter how hard they do it, they would also not do it to the point of torturing themselves like this.
As for Leng Bingxin, she always danced until her exhausted body reached its limit, dancing until her body had no energy at all then she was willing to rest.
Huang’er who could not bear to see it wanted Leng Bingxin to study the lute, but Leng Bingxin seemed to be very sensitive to the sound of the lute.
Upon hearing the lute's voice, Leng Bingxin had a gaze that was so painful as if her body was in the middle of deep water as well as a burning fire,
The eyes filled with sadness were like a helpless fox that had been locked inside a black hole for thousands of years. So, during this period, Huang’er rarely practiced lute. That way it could be considered to slightly reduce Leng Bingxin's pain.
